In the emotions of every middle-aged and elderly person, there is a beautiful treasure, and most of this treasure is inextricably linked to the radio. When I think of the radio that accompanied me through countless barren years as a child, there is always a warm current in my heart, and I can't help myself.
When I was five years old, I came home one day, and as soon as I walked to the door, there was a very beautiful singing voice in the house. Who is it? I threw myself into the house, looked around, and there was no one else, and my parents were smiling and squinting at me. I was surprised to find that the sound was coming from a black box. My eyes widened and I jumped over like a rabbit and gently stroked it. Ethereal songs filled the humble huts, blooming quietly like flowers. Looking me intoxicated, Dad said, Silly kid, this is the radio.
Since then, the radio has become my best childhood companion and accompanied me through the lonely childhood.
At that time, the most listened to was the small speaker program. When the radio says "Click, click, click, the little horn starts broadcasting!" When I was there, one of my little hearts was like a rising tide, and I couldn't help but swell up. When Grandpa Sun Jingxiu told the story of Little Red Riding Hood, I couldn't help but imagine myself as Little Red Riding Hood, and when Little Red Riding Hood met the Big Bad Wolf, I was nervous and shivered, as if I was also walking with the Big Bad Wolf. When Little Red Riding Hood was saved, I was so relieved that I jumped up with joy. Later, I successively listened to the commentaries "Yang Jiajian", "Yue Fei's Biography", and "Sui and Tang Dynasties" broadcast by the storytelling artist Liu Lanfang, and it was from these commentaries that I learned about the turbulent history of the Chinese nation, got to know many heroes who were loyal to the country, and cultivated my initial patriotic feelings.
Because I was so obsessed with listening to the radio, my mother called me to eat and work, and I turned a deaf ear. Therefore, there is no less slap on the ass from the mother. Sometimes, when I was concentrating on listening to the radio, I suddenly saw my mother coming with a strong momentum, and I expected that there would be no good results, so I took the radio in my arms, spread my feet and fled. When my mother saw it, she was shocked at first, and then instantly changed into a pleasant face. When I realized that my mother was afraid that I would break the radio when I was running away, as soon as I found that my mother had changed her face, I made a gesture of holding the radio and running around, and my mother had to give up.
When I left home to study in a middle school dozens of miles away, the radio was obviously a little old, the original bright shell had dimmed, the voice was low and hoarse, and there was often a rustling sound. At that time, television sets had already appeared in ordinary people's homes, and I bought one at home. Since then, the radio that accompanied me to give me the joy of my childhood has been gloriously retired. Mom wiped it with a clean towel and covered it with a new silk cloth and put it in the box.
Twenty years later, when I wandered back into the arms of my hometown, my mother pointed to the box and said, here is the treasure of your childhood, take it with you. I shook my hands and carefully undid the silk cloth that covered the radio, just as I had removed the hijab for my beloved girl when I got married.
I held it tightly in my arms, and the joy of childhood came like a tsunami in the wind and frost of more than thirty years. My eyes were moist.
(Author: Zhang Yanfeng)
(Thirteen pages from Qilu Evening News)